Heading out of the classroom after my classes ended, I bumped into Dean Choi whose face lighted up with a friendly grin when she saw me.
“Professor Smith,” she greeted me with her loud, deep voice, making students turn their heads to us. “I’ve been meaning to talk with you.”
“In your office?” I asked hesitantly while racking my brain of what possibly misdeed I had done since the classes started.
Her boisterous laugh boomed out. “No, Professor Smith. Just want to tell you there’ll be a free lunch at the banquet hall. I’ll be expecting you to be there,” she said firmly, obviously not wanting to hear no from me.
I nodded and she left with a satisfied smile. Thinking that Hazel would be present there put me at ease since I wouldn’t endure the awkwardness of eating alone in a crowd consisti
